Month: August 2018

The Sentinel at Golgotha, Israel https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-sentinel-at-golgotha-israel.html

20180817-2253. Bah! I forgot why this was still stuck in Draft mode. I see. The date is old and over a week prior to my ending assignment as caregiver. I guess I was wide awake. I do NOT recall why I was wide awake at 0505 in the morning. I must have been wearing down and sleepless, knowing someone was slowly fading away.

I wonder if the sentinel is the same as the giants. But the sentinels were from the beginning. Hmm. And they were able to keep their forms until time and exposure allowed them to be revealed.

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20180817-2253. Bah! I do NOT know why this has NOT yet published. Maybe, it’s a duplicate.

Dear diary,

My weblog is still set to private mode and only MM and DB are invited to view my stuff and no one else, except maybe Matt Meister and his Happiness Engineers from team Automattic. Any comments that have already been approved can be seen by the twosome. The comments that are still pending approval are only viewable by me.

So while crapping some watery stuff, Dad and I came back from our local bank as Valued Customers since 1976. Mom’s name was removed from the personal account. But later on, we’ll have to make an appointment to set up the Estate account in order to deposit her checks, which are really claims reimbursement checks for doctor visits. There’s probably a few live check stragglers left to deposit.

The stuff for SS and pension are probably gonna be reversed because I saw a couple of deposits done for the month of August. But Dad is covered and may have survivors benefits, continuing as if normal. So y’all won’t be too stranded. And if I get this MAILROOM gig that’s fifteen bucks per hour in the pot.

My parents are lucky. Because the leg work to process the estate has been smooth and easy with their revocable living trust. And as executors of the estate, it’s cool beans for now. Some parents don’t have children nearby to help and they end up taking the bus and waiting in long lines. Whereas I get to do the research per information found online prior to visiting the business entities for further processing.

So next Monday we have an appointment with our local SSA office and then I’ll have to mail back Mom’s Senior Citizen ID card to the DMV along with the death certificate. Our local bank faxed our certified copy, which cost freaking $21 per certified copy! We got three copies, which were available yesterday the sixteenth and were picked up today at the funeral home where we paid the remaining balance which was in the tens if thousands.

I think that’s it. I already received an estate package that I’ll have to review carefully. It’s for Dad’s stuff. Good coverage.

Anyway, we’re just now preparing lunch, which is California time. And then we’ll head off to the parlor to inform the ladies of Mom’s passing. Lots of leg work.

Sincerely,

FLYNN B hot and sweaty while waiting for Dad’s earlier after taking photos of Mom’s resting place, because today was warmer!

Dear diary,

Tonight, I went back to choir after MIA for the better part of this year 2018 due to a care giving assignment, which has ended Wednesday, August 8, 2018, which happens to be the Feast of Saint Dominic for a choir member’s hometown in the PI and which happens to be the birthday of three choir members, especially our fearless choir conductor!

OMG! I guess since I’ve no real life, I’ll stick around and then travel with the choir members: I’ll end up returning to the SJSC next September. Those who make the final cut don’t really audition for the next rounds. These members are expected to stay FOREVER, and ever, and ever, Amen!

And so Dad and I were trying to keep busy today. We went to donate my old hearing aides but the chump wasn’t around in his office. Then I went to Mom’s sleeping doctor (for CPAP and OSA stuff) and cried with the doctor to inform her personally of Mom’s passing. Then we went to eat at home because my tummy was aching from hunger, Then we went to the doctor’s office of eyeballs, donated Mom’s three eyeglasses, and informed them of Mom’s passing. And then we did a drive-by of my job interview.

Freaking unbelievable! The site location is MUCH farther than expected! I thought it would be south of our local airfield base. So when the Google lady announced the site location, I was surprised because there was no signboard or logo, but a building with writing on the top indicating that it’s the main entrance, lobby, and whatever spooky side effects of the area, especially an overflowing garbage with a black crow ready to clean up the mess.

I can’t believe my damn luck! I was hopeful and then I was aghast! The winds blew strongly because the location was near the SF Bay. And so we went home slowly in my old car, which I wanted to donate for one freaking dollar, so that the old car won’t conk out on me. I kept the speed to a comfortable sixty miles per hour and thank goodness there was no traffic because the constant stoppage would have overheated my car, despite having a new radiator worth over eight hundred dollars! So who wants it? It’s paid off.

And so tomorrow, I’m re-organizing the clothes. I’m gonna sort by material = cotton or plastic, and by style, in case I’ll be working. So my stuff will be downstairs and the other stuff are in the closets upstairs waiting to be donated after all these years of non-usage. My lifestyle is low maintenance as I’m ill equipped to know a good style from a fugly style. I just love being comfortable and didn’t bother ironing my shirt!

Sincerely,

Flynn B fat again.

dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-age-of-emotional-incontinence.html

I still miss my mom and I’m gonna cry if I want to. It’s not the same without her.

Getting our three cars washed with Dad. Shopping for grocery, coconut drinks, goat milk, other refreshments in case visitors stop by the house.

In our old tradition, the soul wanders the earth for forty days. And for one year, our mourning period should cease.

That same night Last Wednesday, Mom visited my younger brother and me. She stroked him once, twice while lying on the BarcaLounger recliner, and once while lying in bed a few days later. I received only a brief stroke on my upper right leg upstairs in my old room.

Two late evenings ago, I saw outta the corner of my right field of vision, a distortion, like a wave shimmering like looking through my eyeballs with floaters. I raised my right hand and said, Hi Mom, and just slightly after hearing a couple of echoey bumps against the bedroom window to my right.

Yeah so while I’m supposed to reflect happiness, the loss is still fresh.

My younger and only brother reported a vision received from Mom the same night she passed. She was smiling down upon him and she was in complete utter bliss, unending joy. And he stated he wouldn’t wanna live in this state if Heaven is that beautiful.

Yup. Oh and back to the video. I don’t understand why humanz would exhibit fits of tearful meltdowns just to prove their poitn. Pitiful.

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Per Das Squirrel who was first of two thousand viewers on YouTube, this song came back literally last night.

My era. Elderly sounding but still nice.

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I like the background music and slow motion cinematography. Flat earth. Dry, rock places.

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A photo proof showing Jesus Christ looking upward, just like the doe eyes before passing. Sheesh. TPTB and pals are really drilling stuff into my Recommended list on YouTube.

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Yeah so I’m still freaking awake since I awoke at eleven or so, and I chose the first of four cards. She said that the Fog spiritual guides are hiding stuff! For the progress of the soul’s growth, they don’t reveal stuff until the soul is ready. Something about the eyes and seeing beauty through the self doubt. Interesting stuff.

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Yeah I know what’s he’s talking about. It’s that netted matrix, a virtual reality. In my OLD blog, I reported that I saw a greenish grid to the left field of vision. I was lying in bed, opened my eyes, and saw a wall of blackish with greenish netting lines.

Of course I didn’t see the dome or the cross.

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Yeah so the old black guy makes sense. That’s why I’m still single. I’m just so grateful but still hopeful that stuff doesn’t get messed up too much. The way I see it – work hard and just do the best without regret. Now I don’t know about y’all but a relationship is supposed to be healthy and not burdensome, meaning pull your own weight around the house. Those with the strength – do that. Those with weaknesses – balance stuff out. Never mind.

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Yeah so a few more minutes before the most previous weblog that I published in private mode, I picked the group six, which is located on the bottom right stack.

So the word bold was emphasized many times and the word new was mentioned.

Yeah and once again “they”, TPTB, and other pals have conveniently placed these videos into my Recommended list to watch.

I find such dataset interesting, back to those New Aged guru personality. All things are interconnected, just painted differently.